[Though Edelgard herself usually likes to be on the front lines sometimes it just isn't necessary. If she ran out for every call of a demonic beast or team of bandits harassing a trade route she would never make it back to the throne. So she sends her trustworthy duke out to handle such deads.
He and his battalion not only return from their venture to remove the bandits, but they also uncovered a kingpin who ran a ring of bandits. And for Ferdinand and his men it's a big accomplishment. Worthy of recognition, praise, and reward. So the duke and his battalion are invited to a comfortable room with many bottles of wine and spreads of delectable finger foods to snack on.
The Emperor rests to the back center of the room. Her dress not one of war, but of celebration. The soft flowing robes cinched by a red sash and gold belt. The way the fabric rests against her skin is not too unlike the dancer garb worn by the contestants of the White Heron Cup.]
Welcome back to Adrestia. I hope you are ready to relax. You have all performed admirably.
[ As a loyal minister and experienced military officer, Ferdinand hardly needs praise to motivate him to remove any threats to the Adrestian Empire that he encounters. But he appreciates it nonetheless. It's not so much that he needs his ego to be stroked—perhaps the Ferdinand von Aegir who was a student at Garreg Mach would've enjoyed such treatment—as it is that he wants to know that his efforts are appreciated.
Of course, this being a special occasion, he and his men have dressed not for a military ceremony, but for something much more intimate. The implications of Edelgard's invitation had been rather clear. He could not say he found those implications unpleasant in the least.
He had arrived in a sharp dress uniform that cut a similar figure as the uniform he'd worn during their days as student, but bore the unmistakable colors and insignia of the Adrestian Empire, red with black cuffs and trim and gold embroidery. His men are dressed in similar attire, though perhaps not quite as resplendent as his own due to the lack of rank insignia. Perhaps it's a bit formal, but there's no denying that such an outfit suits both the noble wearing it and the well-disciplined men who follow him. ]
You honor us with this invitation, Your Majesty.
[ Ferdinand is the first to offer his salute and bow, his calm smile not betraying the excitement making his heart speed in his chest. The men behind him offer similar greetings, though as with Ferdinand, there is a lack of stiffness in their movements. There are also no shortage of eyes quietly regarding her, appreciating the opportunity for a glimpse at curves long hidden by her wardress. ]
[Edelgard gestures to the comfortable furnishings about the room. All of it centered low to the ground with an excessive amount of pillows. Plenty for propping up body parts or supporting someone who may be in a precarious position. All the food is made for easy snacking. Plucking off the tray and indulging in a bite or two between conversation (or something else). Multiple bottles of Adrestian wine sit about, but all the sweeter kinds are centered around their Emperor who pretends not to fancy such childish tastes.]
You have earned it. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Tonight you are here to rest and indulge as a part of your reward.
[ With a nod from their commander, each of the soldiers is given leave to indulge themselves in wind luxuriate in the pillows. But the main attraction is certainly not drink or food or even the lavish decorations. Whether through sneaky, furtive glances or even just casual gazes, no shortage of the eyes are on the Emperor herself.
As for Ferdinand, he makes no effort to hide his preoccupation. He takes a seat at on a nearby cushion, his lips quirked upward into a slight smile that betrays his interest. ]
I have a feeling it is not the wine that will have these men intoxicated by the night's end, myself included.
Well, I cannot under perform in front of you - of all people. I simply hope my petite stature will not disappoint.
[With her body be able to handle it? Stamina wise, most likely. But as far as limits go? Tonight might be pushing it.
Her fingers curl around the curve of a small, stemless wine glass. It seems the Emperor has already started without her men to make sure she's ready when they are.]
I am certain you will perform quite admirably. I can imagine it quite clearly in my head, in fact.
[ His gaze flits downward toward her legs, then back toward her pale-violet eyes. That outfit is flattering on her, unfairly so. But he'll not allow that twinge of nervousness he feels to make him any less bold.
His hands move to do the first clasp of his dress uniform, then move downward to undo each one in kind. As more of his chest and abdomen are laid bare for her perusal, if her eyes trend downward, she may notice the telltale signs of arousal forming a rather noticeable tent growing in the crotch of his pants. It didn't take her very long to capture his full attention. ]
[Setting aside her wine Edelgard takes her now free hand to slowly trace up the line of his trousers. Inching ever closer to that bulge between his legs.]
Perhaps you should get a little more comfortable before you try having too much fun.
[She's not sure if she can say she's looking forward to all this, but she can say she's curious about it. About Ferdinand's request, and how he'll act seeing her among his men. How she'll be able, if she'll be able, to handle their appetites. Perhaps one could call it a gamble, or a challenge. And the Emperor is not one to cave under the weight of a challenge.]
[ This is quite the imposition on an Emperor, he realizes. That Edelgard has even entertained this particular request is, well, something he hadn't quite expected. Leave it to Ferdinand, then, to do his utmost to make sure that it is an experience she enjoys.
Of course, her boldness exceeds his own, as already, her hand begins to wander up his leg, causing him to shiver involuntarily. That will do absolutely nothing at all to quell the tent formed between his legs. ]
Ah... yes, of course. You are right.
[ He shrugs his shoulders out of his dress uniform, leaving it behind him on the cushions. With her so close, he hasn't the room to properly remove his shoes, so he must take the rather undignified approach of removing them without the use of his hands, peeling them off with his feet as his hands pull open the belt of his trousers. ]
It seems you have already made yourself quite comfortable... not to mention inviting.
You know I despise dawdling when I know what my goal is.
[As Ferdinand begins to unbuckle his belt her small hand cups his warm crotch. Experimentally the Emperor squeezes him to feel his hardness and test his interest. Meanwhile she leans in close, teasing at a kiss as her lips ghost against his. Her breath hot as it puffs against his skin while it smells like moscato.]
[ How fortunate for him that her impatience matches his own. He's caught off-guard by the hand squeezing him through his pants. He gasps out loud, ashamed of how easily he unravels at such a simple touch. Thankfully, she doesn't give his lips long to linger on that sound, as her own wander perilously close to him.
He leans in to close the distance, chasing her lips with his own. The scent of wine isn't nearly as intoxicating as her presence is.
Words fail him. There is no witty retort, no silver-tongued banter. Only the compliant press of his lips to hers, accompanied by a soft hum of need, as his hands tug open the buttons on his pants. ]
[The small palm will continue to rub, squeeze, and massage Ferdinand until he pulls himself free. Honestly? She would much rather stay clothed as long as possible. To be the last to undress is certainly her preference. So when the Duke springs from his trousers and small clothes she has no mercy for the fabric. With her brute strength the Emperor commands his clothes off him, and they do so in shreds.
After all should he wish them back she need only pay a tailor to have him a new set. Perhaps one that will fit snug in the rear next time.
While his lips are soft and pliant she leads. Strict and demanding just as she is in her position upon the throne. Edelgard only breaks her onslaught to nip roughly at his jaw and throat.]
[ He had intended to undress himself, but it seems his Emperor has other plans for him. He barely has time to gasp against her lips before she settles upon his lap. Then, as her lips moving to the tender skin of his neck and jawline, his head cants to the side to grant her easier access.
He wants to say something, but with his mind so consumed by lust, he completely forgets how he should address her. Edelgard? Your Highness? One sounds too formal, one sounds not formal enough. Neither seems appropriate for when she's sitting astride his lap. ]
Ahhh...
[ Since no words are necessary—or forthcoming, for that matter—that sound is all he manages, the soft gasp raking against her ear. His hips roll upward into her instinctively, grinding himself against her in a helpless display of neediness. ]
[His stiff erection, bare and flushed, drags against the cloth. Soft fabric becomes the only barrier between his arousal and the warm folds of her pussy. Only a few rocks of his hips will tell him that she decided to forgo panties this night. A few more and he'll find the fabric of her robes turning damp.]
You said you wanted to be the first, yes? Then who is next? Is there a name you favor?
[She speaks in puffs between breaths. Her teeth inching up to nibble his lobe as she speaks quietly into his ear.]
[ If there is one thing that can easily make Ferdinand von Aegir bow to almost any whim, it is the feeling of being wanted. That can be sexual desire or simply wanting to have him at her side as a trusted ally. And while such pliability from him won't extend to things like voicing his opinions when he disagrees with a decision she may be making, it certainly does make him quite needy, grinding and pressing his hips against her as if trying to coat himself in her arousal.
One of his arms wraps around her torso at the chest, not so much pulling her closer and simply bracing himself against her. With what capacity for concentration he has left, his eyes quickly glance about the room, surveying the soldiers who have, for the most part, turned their attention to their Emperor, currently rubbing herself against their trusted commander's cock.
Then, he spots one in particular, a broad, muscular man. If Ferdinand made her feel petite, then the mountain of a man would just about dwarf her. But he was a loyal, courageous soldier, and his help had been instrumental in bringing down the bandits they'd faced, as well as keeping the rest of his men safe. ]
Haaah... Viktor has served as the captain of my knights for some time now. I can think of no man more deserving of the honor...
[ It's pretty difficult to be loquacious when she's rubbing against him to the point of desperation. His other hand grasps first at her outer thigh, then at her bottom as she rocks against him. There's nothing at all noble about the way he clutches at her, as if hoping to urge her to shift her hips just enough to take him in. ]
[To the best of her ability Edelgard tries ignoring the eyes on her. Even though she can feel them like one would feel the sun on their skin. Even though this ceremony predates her time, even though she knows what is expected and where this will lead.
Groping hungrily Ferdinand attempts to guide her. He yearns so eagerly to start. She does too, but watching him unravel before his men has its own appeal. Edelgard shifts, but not in a way that's favorable to his wishes. Instead she pins his hard cock between his abdomen and her still concealed slit. Barely so considering the white cloth turns translucent when damp with her arousal. Even if fabric divides them if he looks down Ferdinand will still catch a glimpse of her engorged lips flushed with excitement and lust.]
Very well, when do you intend to hand me over to him? After you have come, or only after you have come inside me?
[ Ah. She seems intent on, well... not quite frustrating him, but certainly teasing him a bit. Truthfully, she could probably sate his needs just by grinding herself against him. But truth be told, not being able to feel her around him, feeling that slickness around him... it's almost torture. How easily she could unravel him if she earnestly tried... he must try to convince her to unwind a bit herself, or else she might make an incoherent mess of him in front of his men.
A low groan escapes him, and he bites down on his lip for a moment, trying to prevent any further needy sounds from escaping as well. It takes him a second, but he's able to gather enough of his wits to look up at her, a fiery, lustful look in his eyes. ]
I had intended to have him wait until after I have come inside of you... but now... haaah... I wonder if he and I should both simply take you in concert.
[ The soldiers seem to be taking less and less interest in the other offerings prepared for them and are instead gathering about, admiring the view. More than a few of them display obvious signs of arousal, some even beginning to undress themselves. The great honor being granted to them is not going unnoticed or unappreciated. ]
Oh yes, is that so your men will not watch as your Emperor turns you into a mewling puddle of a man who yearns to be ridden with more ferocity than a race horse alone? Perhaps you think that your trusted Viktor's moans would hide your own obscene overture as I unravel you like a sweater.
[Edelgard pauses her movement to slip a hand between them briefly. She gathers the cloth of her robes and pushes it aside so she may grind against him bare. So that Ferdinand may feel the slick heat that threatens to envelop him, but for the moment only blesses him with being pinned by it.]
[ Now, the soldiers have begun to murmur among themselves. Edelgard may catch a few words of it, but Ferdinand is far too overwhelmed to process it. Some wonder if this is the Emperor's way of showing their commander some preferential treatment, in her own way.
Ferdinand, however, can do little more than gasp out in desperation, his brow trembling and his eyes squeezing shut as her arousal begins to coat his underside. The warmth of her sex against him, with no pesky cloth in the way, is only a step removed from her simply taking him in. He tries to remain coherent, grinding his hips back against her as strands of hair land across his cheeks and forehead, but he is looking less and less raveled with every second. ]
[His gasps are like music to her ears. Delightful dulcet tones that make her want to wrest more from his throat.]
Is it not? Then would you not come quickly if I am to take you in earnest? Would you not spill yourself inside me before I come, in front of all your men? Come now, Ferdinand. Prove me wrong.
[Still reaching between them Edelgard takes his eager length in her hand. Shivering she drags his head along her own slit. Back and forth she lubricates him with her own arousal. Even pausing a few times to simply nudge her clit with his sensitive tip.
In the end she guides him to her entrance. Dripping wet with evidence of her excitement, and nothing but soft acceptance awaits him should he press in.]
[ Let it not be said that Ferdinand von Aegir is one to back down from a challenge. It's strange, in a way, how used he is to this being the situation in reverse—him challenging her, rather than the other way around—even if he hasn't really done so in years. But her teasing inspires that same part of his spirit, making him want nothing more than to rise to the occasion.
Mercifully, after thoroughly spreading her juices over him and rubbing the tip of him with her hooded bud, she grants him entrance. As much as he would love to simply thrust his way inward in an attempt to turn the tables, that's simply not his style. There's no finesse to such an approach, and even if she has stripped away all pretensions of propriety, his neediness can manifest itself in other, more subtle ways.
He sucks in a sharp breath, pressing forward as his tip parts her slick folds and smoothly glides inward. The embrace of her sex is warm and pleasantly wet, just as his erection radiates with warmth and is utterly stiff with arousal. With a subtle, forward shift of his hips, he allows his tip to slide against her front inner walls as he gradually hilts himself inside of her. His gaze falls to where they are joined, unable and unwilling to look away. ]
Aaaaaah... Y-Your Majesty...
[ He intends to keep the pace slow, both to savor the moment and to ensure that he does not leave her disappointed in front of his men. He's confident enough in his stamina not to be shaken, but there's no denying that hearing her speak in that manner has robbed him of his eloquence. Instead, most of the sounds he makes are pleasured, needy groans as he fills her with his girth. ]
[Perhaps now is when he will disfavor her impatience. The feeling of his heat inside her, the spreading of her walls and filling her up, is certainly divine. It is everything her body craves for the moment, and his languid movements and measured pace would be appreciated on a normal day.
However Edelgard views this less like a treat for her, and more like a job. She intends to make Ferdinand a sputtering mess in front of his men. Just like when they were kids she aims to take him out early before he has a chance to "win" against her. So Edelgard's hands grip him by the shoulders, her knees digging into the cushion below, and she moves. She bounces on his cock at a feverish pace right from the beginning.
It's a little overwhelming for her, but she's hoping more-so for him. Again, and again she spears herself on him. Slamming to his base and taking him whole with her petite pussy. A moan rises to her throat, but she stifles it. Instead the only sound she allows is her shallow panting and the loud slap of their bodies as she fills the room with the music of their flesh.]
[ Edelgard's true intentions have only just started to dawn on Ferdinand, but by then, it is far too late for him to say or do much about it. The sensation of her walls stroking him with such force, slick and warm with arousal, is almost too much to bear.
Almost. He is determined to, at the very least, make her truly work for her victory, if not to turn things around on her entirely. That seems a daunting prospect when she crashes upon him with such vigor and force that his entire body quakes from the impact, of course. And there's something wonderfully obscene about the sound their union makes, flesh clapping against flesh and something wet getting churned within her petite walls.
He tenses the muscles in his loins in an effort to control his body's reactions, and as one hand falls to the cushions beside him, he grips at one of them tightly. His teeth press down on his lower lip, his eyes squeezing shut as he seeks out any method he can to prolong his pleasure. Pleasured, needy sounds leak through the corners of his mouth, but they seem rather trivial.
Behind her, the crowd she desires has begun to amass. Some of the men have even taken to lightly stroking themselves, as if readying themselves for their eventual chance. None would dare touch her right now, as much as they clearly desire it. Not until they see how this little competition of theirs ends. ]
[Controlling most of the movement at such a high pace is a lot of work, and while Edelgard certainly has muscle stamina... combine that with her own building pleasure and everything gets just a bit more difficult for her. Eventually she loses focus on controlling her expression to favor the increased tempo. This means Ferdinand gets a good view of Her Majesty's ice walls melting in front of him.
Gently her brows furrow as her mouth begins to hang open. Freely she pants to get air in her lungs. A sheen of sweat breaks out along her body and glistens under the soft ambient light. Harder her hands dig into his shoulders as she lifts her weight up before letting it fall causing her breasts to bounce and sway with the rhythm of her body.
A part of her wishes to verbally dig at him. To threaten to make him crumble in front of his mean like she were taking him down as an enemy barricade. However Edelgard dares not speak at all for surely if she does her own voice would betray her desire.
After all every time he fills her, every time she sheathes him to the hilt, she can feel her body tremble. That familiar ache. Her body wishes to savor his, but she does not allow it. Sometimes she thinks that she could be satisfied even just cockwarming him for hours, but now is not the time or place to think of granting him such special attention.
Especially since she's reminded when she sees some men in her peripheral already undressed and prepping themselves. Cocks of all sizes and color, length and girth, begin to surround as they watch the show of the Emperor and her Knight.]
[ If her voice will not betray the utter, mutual pleasure of their wanton pleasures, then his evidently must. The sounds that he makes might not sound as helpless and pathetic as she was hoping, but those moans and wordless cries are most definitely ones of passion, and his typically bright voice, brought low by almost overwhelming pleasure, trembles and wavers.
After all, something, besides the astonished murmurs of the ring of lustful men slowly enclosing around their Emperor, needs to accompany the sounds of flesh clapping against flesh and wet arousal being rapidly churned by a thick cock, gradually leaking out precum and only making those sounds even wetter.
The hot pressure building up within his loins, however, makes it clear to him that at this pace, he is being sped along to his climax. Unless she is as close as he is, he will undoubtedly fill her with his seed before he feels those walls clenching around him. But how wonderful it would be to come together, for her first climax before being sandwiched between everyone's bodies and taken from every angle, to be brought about by his earnest efforts.
So, heedless to his own approaching peak, he rolls his hips upward in contrast with hers, ensuring that each of her downward thrusts is met by an upward one of his as his pelvic mound grinds against hers. His eyes roll back, and his broad shoulders quiver and tremble as his hands mindlessly roam her back. ]
Ed... elgard...
[ Her name comes out quietly and reverently, and if not for the way his voice falters after the first symbol, it could almost sound like he was offering it in prayer. But she should make no mistake: this is the last sound he makes before his voice devolves into a series of orgasmic gasps and moans, as his cock throbs deep within her and begins to ejaculate with considerable force.
His wet, hot seed fills her rather quickly, and a not insignificant amount of it drips down from her, clinging to his shaft and leaving quite the mess between his thighs. But even as his body trembles and falters, his hips do not stop moving. Even if it will overstimulate him and reduce him to that unraveled heap of a man that she so desires to make of him, he will not stop until she is either brought to that same peak or his body simply fails him. ]
[Ferdinand's efforts pay off. Just before his body turns utterly limp beneath her... he pushes her over that peak. Edelgard's vision turns white hot as she slams hard against his base. The floodgates open wide, and her walls - painted with his cum - work his cock over. As if trying to wring every last drop of it from his balls.
Edelgard collapses heavily on top of him. Her sweat-slicked body leaning on his as she groans into the crook of his neck. She can feel the sticky mess between them. A mix of his semen and her own fluids smearing them both in the evidence of Edelgard's self-imposed challenge.]
[ It is hard for him to feel much shame at having been outlasted, especially when he managed to bring her down along with him during his denouement. But the competitive side of him is still stoked, and as their bodies slow to a halt, he finds himself far from sated, even if his body requires a brief rest. ]
Haaah... yes... but you most definitely came as well...
[ He can take a considerable amount of solace in that fact. And next time, he will make certain that she comes again. He'll not leave her wanting. That would be unforgivable.
His eyes shift momentarily to the tall mountain of a man now standing behind Edelgard, his trusted aide, Viktor. The man gives Ferdinand a simple nod, which he does not return. Instead, he brings up a hand to the back of Edelgard's head, fingers weaving their way through that lovely hair of hers and kneading at her scalp.
Slowly, he pulls out of her, his partially flaccid yet still remarkably thick cock shiny and slick, leaving a sinfully erotic web of strands of their mixed fluids between them before they break. His seed had been so plentiful that some of it still leaks out of her, a fact that is not lost on the man observing her.
It's then that Ferdinand leans forward, his brushing against her ear. His other hand slides between their bodies, cupping over her breast and squeezing it with surprising roughness, the soft flesh yielding beneath hungry fingers. His unraveling had been only momentary, and though he is in no shape to take her a second time quite yet, he has recovered in other ways, a hunger awoken within him that he never knew he possessed. ]
Now, I intend to make certain that you lose count of how many times you come.
[ His voice comes out as a low, husky murmur, a scintillating promise. And perhaps he keeps her so distracted that she does not notice the broad, muscular man behind her until he takes one of her wrists in his hand, holding it behind her back as the tip of his remarkably thick cock presses against her messy entrance, halting for a moment before pushing its way in. Its sheer girth displaces much of the cum inside of her, causing it to drip out onto Ferdinand's waiting lap.
Viktor's thrusts are not particularly quick as he savors the feeling of his Emperor's petite pussy hugging his girth, but they certainly are deep and vigorous, muscular hips pressing against her bottom and making it shake with each push. ]
[Just barely had Edelgard been coming down from that feeling of afterglow when she feels a large palm grab her by the wrist. Confusion and surprise read clear on her face until the broad head of Viktor's large cock presses against her tight entrance. It is then that the reality of this night finally reaches her. Especially since never before has a man taken her wrist as he entered her from behind.
She's so used to control. Edelgard, for most of her life, did not have a say in what she was to do with it. So in the bedroom she has always been one to orchestrate every move, every new venture, even every climax. However this is different. There are too many variables here, and personalities she's not familiar with in depth.
It's wildly alarming, and combine that with her still-sensitive pussy from her last orgasm? She's quick to pant and whimper like a dog in front of him. Far gone is the calculating woman who plays her men like chess pieces. Now before Ferdinand is a vulnerable girl losing her cool.
Viktor has to take his free hand and guide her hips up. Back to a kneeling instead of just getting plowed in Ferdinand's lap. After all Viktor is much too tall to manage that for the bulk of his time with her. Each thrust is obscenely wet sounding: churning up the cum his commander had left in her, mixing it with the fluids of her own climax and his own precum.
Like this Edelgard shakes and sways as she's dwarfed by Viktor's behemoth size. Each thrust causing her nerves to feel electrified. Over stimulated yet somehow lovely all at once. Openly she moans as Ferdinand squeezes her modest breast while the other sways in time with Viktor's rhythmic hitching of his hips. At times when the man hilts himself inside her the faintest outline of him can be seen at her abdomen. Gentle though the bump may be it speaks wonders to their difference in size and how far he must be stretching her to show it.]
Ah— you... you mean you will not count for me? To tally and try to hold it over my he— Ah!
[ Held in place by the strong arms of Viktor as well as Ferdinand's own hand keeping a good grip on her hair, her body is theirs to do with as they will, theoretically. And Viktor's rough, quickening thrusts certainly indicate that. But as she is rocked into by one subject and fondled by another, it is the reverent, hungry sounds of the other men nearby that greet her ears first. Hands reach out to touch her, stroking her arms, shoulders, and thighs, some even occasionally fondling the breast left untouched by their commander. Ferdinand cannot fault them for their impatience now, nor can he admonish them. She is all of theirs now.
But there is one thing he needs to tell her, one small reassurance. Something that he hopes allows her to feel more secure in having lowered those walls around her, so that she may properly enjoy herself. ]
I will do no such thing. You should enjoy yourself, Your Majesty. I will personally ensure that what happens here does not leave this room... though should you wish for it again, that can certainly be arranged.
[ The mere thought of a repeat performance sends an electric shiver down his spine. To make her feel more and more at ease, her small but powerful body being fucked senseless from every direction as she indulges in wanton desire she's been denying herself... and to have a hand in ensuring her satisfaction... he would not be opposed to such a discreet arrangement.
As she is brought up onto her knees, he relaxes backward a bit, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face, with elegant, pale features tinted red by an attractive blush. Viktor's thrusts increase in pace, and Ferdinand's eyes flit downward to her abdomen, noticing the subtle bulge in her abdomen. Then, as his eyes wander back upward, they catch upon her jiggling breasts, and he finds the temptation too much to resist. He cranes his neck toward her so that he can seal his lips around one of her areolae, tugging it outward with a firm bit of suction.
Meanwhile, the hand that had been groping her moves lower, fingers trailing firmly along her stomach and pelvis before reaching her clit. Once there, his two fingers roll up and down on either side of it, the pad of his thumb stroking directly at it. Will she still see this as some effort on his part to outdo her, or will she instead recognize it for what it is: the ministrations of a man who wants nothing more than to please her? ]
And yet she thinks that as her obscene groan fills the immediate area. Thick, and deep with base desire the noise falls from her lips the moment Ferdinand's lips latch. Her whole body trembles and tenses causing Viktor to falter in his pace a little.
Yet Edelgard cannot bear to feel the multitude of hands caressing her without the distraction of Viktor pounding her tight cunt. So with her own strength she moves back to spear herself on him. To take his huge length as deep as she can fit it inside herself. Her ass presses flush against Viktor's hips and she leans her weight back to see if she can fit any more.
(Un)fortunately for her this snaps the large mountain of a man back to reality, and he returns to his increased speed. With his grip on her wrist she feels her body ache a little from the position, but honestly? She's secretly a little thrilled trying the new and lewd things.
Not as if she'll ever dare to admit it. But at least she's rewarded with her lack of protest and complaint with Ferdinand's attention. That direct stimulation makes her hips shake and buck on reflex as her body craves more of his tender care. However he is not in luck. For now she's either not thinking about any intention behind his actions or attributing it to his effort to outdo her.]
[ It matters not to Ferdinand what she thinks about his intentions so long as she at least allows herself to feel pleasure. His fingers massage deftly at her clit as she's thrust into, three of them now rubbing up and down the hooded nub with ever increasing speed.
Behind her, with a hearty gasp, Viktor begins to move again, meeting Edelgard's thrusts with each of his own. This causes the force of their impact to increase, the sounds of his hips meeting her bottom creating a steady rhythm. His strong hands release her arms so that he can put his hands on her hip instead, helping to make his thrusts even more powerful. The fluids that drip out of her are a sinful mix of her arousal, Ferdinand's spilled seed, and his own precum, and a few powerful throbs as he's hilted within her let her know that soon, he'll be adding a good bit more to that mix.
Next to her, one of the men who had been touching her positions himself up onto the cushions next to where Ferdinand is seated, grasping his own cock with one hand. Noticing this, Ferdinand's hand guides her in his direction by the back of the head, his fingers kneading at her scalp. He knows how she likes to have her hair touched, and that's a vulnerability he shamelessly exploits as he guides her to the man's waiting cock, its slight upward curve and considerable length providing for a suitable challenge for her.
As if to soften the blow of being guided as such by someone who is supposed to be her subordinate, his free hand cups beneath the breast he's not suckling upon, his thumb and finger closing together around her nipple, allowing him to tug upon them both at once. He wonders in just how many ways she can be stimulated at once, not because he wishes to overwhelm her, but because he wishes to satisfy her. ]
[But it is overwhelming. Especially since Ferdinand has guided her into this awkward position of him trying to stay under her while guiding her head down into someone else's lap as Viktor stirs her up like he's churning butter. It's all she can manage just to kiss the other man's cockhead while she prays for Viktor's climax so that she can reposition herself more comfortably when he's done.
Goodness, perhaps this was not such a fine idea. Her body feels as if she's on fire with all the eyes on her, hands touching her. Edelgard's long hair begins sticking to the sweat of her skin. She feels the men slick their hands with it as they touch her. Others find small enjoyment of taking the chance to smear their precum on her arms or back whenever they get the chance — which is not often considering the crowd and valiant Viktor's pace.
Even so the man off to the side still seems content with just the brush of the Emperor's lips. Even just getting her to taste the salt of his skin and lick the clear, acrid liquid off his tip makes him sigh gleefully.
Edelgard shudders. Every time Viktor's length drives into her all the way she can feel him pushing at her deepest parts. Filling her until her walls stretch no more. If he were to release himself this deep, he'd do so directly against her womb. She's glad she drank the potion to prevent anything from tonight taking root, but even so she finds herself wondering if these men just seek pleasure or if they want a chance at breeding their Emperor.]
[ Perhaps Edelgard will slightly readjust her personal stance on the goddess, as when he is at his deepest, her petite bottom pressed tightly against his wide and powerful hips, her prayers are answered. Viktor gasps out in pleasure as a few rapid throbs of his thick cock herald the arrival of his orgasm. Muscles tense and relax as an intense wave of pleasure washes over him, and with each spasm, a thick load of his hot seed is emptied right against her womb. It mixes with the considerable amount still left inside from Ferdinand's previous entry, and some of the excess drips and falls out of her with each of his past few, powerful thrusts. When he pulls away, she looks filled to the brim, her petite pussy so full of cum that any insertion at all would cause quite the additional mess.
Noticing how hard a go she's having of staying upright, Ferdinand decides to take matters into his own hands, and quite literally at that. He very temporarily stops rubbing at her clit, granting her the briefest of reprieves as his hands take to her hips and pull her around and down so that she is seated on his lap, facing the men who now encroach upon her. His hot, aroused breaths fall against her ear, and she'll notice that along the curve of her bottom, he is quite noticably erect, his rod still slick with their fluids.
The man to her side is able to reposition himself in a much more favorable position, and this time, Ferdinand's hand guides her by the back of her head right to the man's waiting cock. Does it please her to know that she is able to erode his polite, refined countenance and turn him into a creature of lust, he wonders. Whatever the case, his other hand snakes around her waist to stroke at the jewel between her legs once more, his legs nudging upward beneath her to coax her legs apart.
With Viktor's withdrawal, another contender approaches between her legs, a more moderately built man who lacks his sheer girth but is easy enough on the eyes. Ferdinand knows he'll need to move his hand before the man can have entrance, but the soldier seems to be rather interested in fondling the breasts of his Emperor with both hands first. That leaves Ferdinand with the chance to stroke and stimulate her with his dextrous fingers for a while longer, hoping that he can at least trigger another climax... assuming Viktor hadn't already. ]
[While Viktor does not bring her to her peak, he certainly edges her close. Filled to the brim with cum is a little uncomfortable yet somehow satisfying. She's contented when moved to Ferdinand's lap to rest...
Ah, but it's not to rest at all. Suddenly she's swarmed again. A cock in her face and a hands at her breasts and clit. Edelgard begins mouthing at the bright red tip before her, but has to stop again to cry out. Because Ferdinand brings her to orgasm once more.
Those fingers spread her lower lips causing Viktor's huge load to dribble gently from her entrance. It leaks from her and spills down onto Ferdinand's erection as her pussy twitches and her muscles turn rigid like metal coiled tight. Finally, when he does push her over that edge, she moans his name. Edelgard's vision turns white hot. Her body spams, and her insides convulse to the point some of Viktor's semen squirts out and hits the poor man fondling her breasts.
Above Ferdinand she goes limp, but the man straddling the couple has been interrupted twice. If she won't suck his cock right now he'll at least have a little fun smearing his pre against her cheek, glossing her lips with it, and gently tapping his length against the side of her face.
Edelgard seems to allow it. Instead of protesting she pants, mouth open, trying to recover.]
[ Interruptions are hardly a concern to these men, as rough and needy as their touches may be. Each of them is a loyal subject of the Empire, regarding their Emperor as much with awed reverence as with lascivious desire. Because of this, the man at her mouth is remarkably patient with her despite his urges, his hand running through the hair at one side of her head as Ferdinand's fingers knead at her scalp. Only when she is ready again does he push his thick tip past her panting lips, his hips beginning to move at a steady but gradually increasing pace. He doesn't yet even attempt to work her to his base, instead enjoying the comfortable area of her mouth with the first few, most sensitive inches of his cock.
Satisfied at her pleasured cries and the telltale twitching of her filled pussy, Ferdinand eases his hand up along her body, fingers trailing up her pelvis and stomach. Reading his intention, the man standing between her legs withdraws his hands from her breasts, but not before tweaking both of her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs first. One of his hands moves to grasp the root of his erection, its tip now slick with other men's seed. He hardly seems to notice or mind, and why should he? He was about to plunge wholeheartedly into her regardless.
Ferdinand's spare hand now cups her breast, groping her with a surprising firmness and strength. But there's something undeniably servile in the way he touches her, as if he is touching a lover he wishes to spoil rather than a rival he wishes to outperform.
He reclines slightly, allowing her to lean back as well. This allows the man in front of her to use his free hand to spread one of her legs open, and it also rolls her hips upward, allowing him entrance. His ruddy tip presses against her clit for a moment, smearing it with some of the semen now spread across his cock head, before shifting it downward and sinking it into her already thoroughly used pussy.
Beneath her, Ferdinand's cock is pressed flat by her bottom, peeking out from between her legs beneath her. For now, he seems content with simply allowing her to be moved against it and using the friction to relieve his urges. But how long will that last? Already, he debates whether he could fit within her as well, either via the same orifice or one that he has yet to experience.
He whispers low, ensuring that only she can hear it. Her mouth is a bit busy, so she'll need to figure out some other way to respond. ]
Do you wish to feel me inside of you as well again? I still have much more to give you.
[What a titillating sound her pussy makes when that third man enters. Something wet and squelching as more semen is pushed out of her. He pushes in all the way, until his erection is suitably coated, before pulling out to smear his cock around her lips. Dragging the sticky mess along her lower lips and painting her mound in milky white.
It's so much. Too much right after another. She's still recovering even as the man before her inches his head beyond her lips and onto her tongue. But it's fine. She doesn't protest. Maybe the less she feels the better. That way she won't unravel as much, as easily, again.
And so Edelgard focuses on what is in her mouth. The heat, taste, and even the weight of it. Her tongue swirls against the head before insistently rubbing at the sensitive frenulum beneath it. In fact she's so engaged in sucking this man's cock that she flinches when Ferdinand begins to talk. Her work halts, and she pauses to consider what to do.
His only answer is her own hand resting above his as he holds the swell of her breast in his hand. He may take that as he will.]
[ For now, Ferdinand takes her answer as encouragement, though he'll not interrupt his men any more than absolutely necessary. There is something to be said for simply observing her as she pleasures and is pleasured, though he imagines that after an orgasm like that, she may be too dazed to feel much of anything.
As Ferdinand's hand on the back of her head falls down and moves beneath her leg to grasp at his own erection, the man occupying her mouth replaces that hand with his own, fingers threading through her hair along her scalp. His pleasured gasps and the dull throbs of his erection let her know that, once she gets going again, her ministrations are having their intended effect, and she coaxes salty pre from his tip with each stroke of her tongue and bob of her head.
As her mouth is kept busy, Ferdinand looks to the man currently buried deep within her, and recognizing his intent, the man slides out of her, his cock covered to the hilt with a sinful mix of fluids. Grasping at his own erection and using his arm to lift her leg just enough, Ferdinand shifts beneath her until his own tip presses upward and angled backward at her entrance once more, then gives the man another nod. The two of them them press inside, ignoring the taboo of making contact as they both work their way in, stretching those already thoroughly used walls of hers around their first few inches. Thankfully, they are both sufficiently slick, but he does not imagine it's a particularly easy fit, so Ferdinand is careful, both hands reaching around between her legs to press at the skin on either side of her and spread her open.
The man's hand on the back of her head forms a tight grip on her hair, keeping her in place as his hips begin to take over the bulk of the movement. Her pussy speared from both beneath and in front of her by two men gradually working their way in deeper, her mouth thrust into vigorously by a throbbing cock ready to spill its owners seed at any second, and now surrounded by ravenous men rubbing their tips against her arms, cheek, and breasts, marking her in their pre... she is truly the center of attention. ]
[Is the fire she feels a divine flame, or is it the scorching heat of hell? Either way all she knows is heat. Smeared with pre, dripping with semen, stuffed to the brim with cock... How could she know anything else? He whole world right now is warmth. And sometimes it stings, sometimes it makes her wince, yet...
Yet it's worlds away from anything she hates. The last time she was surrounded and so thoroughly smothered by people was in the dungeons during her youth. Crowded by people in masks with long beaks, stuck with needles whose syringes injected her with unwelcome blood. it was cold, dark, and harsh.
But here? Here she is cradled and cooed at. Here the shapes of the room are soft, the light of the candles is dim and comforting. Heat spills into her, covers her, and rocks her. There is an underlying current of safety because she knows she could stop any of these men at any moment.
And so she melts. Edelgard melts into this. Her free hands grasping blindly at whatever may be close so she can attend to the needs of those in the periphery. She groans against the cock wildly thrusting into her mouth and against her tongue as she feels her walls pried open by two slick and eager dicks. There is a little hurt to it, but that too melts away to reveal sinful pleasure.
Something inside her, something she does not wish to think much to hard about, wants more. Wants to be cradled and coddled and pleasured. It wants to drown in this warmth so thoroughly that any bit of cold harshness is washed away and forgotten.
Which is why when Ferdinand spreads her open she does her best to hold herself where he wants her. Does her best to pump the shafts in her hands to spill more of that heat onto her. Let her know nothing other than this time here with people who want nothing more than to share warmth.]
[ He doesn't imagine that the tight fit of taking two lovers at once in the same orifice is easy for Edelgard, but the almost eager energy with which she embraces it, her lewd, muffled moans clear for all to hear, impresses him. She is no weakling. She's not some fragile, porcelain doll that would shatter with one wrong move. She's strong and hearty, qualities that seem to make her uniquely skilled for handling such a large intrusion between her warm, tight walls.
Ferdinand and his neighbor do not move entirely in sync, and perhaps it is for the best that way. As one thick cock works in deeper, spreading her walls further, the other slides out a bit, only occasionaly both sliding in at the same time as each man's rhythm changes. That heat built up within her can be felt by both of them as well, the friction almost but not quite painful. ]
Haaah... amazing...
[ He murmurs those words with such astonishment, allowing his hips to rock with a bit more force as she seems to grow accustomed to their current pace. His hands grasp at her hips, not so much guiding her motions as simply keeping her well braced.
Meanwhile, her mouth is put to good work. But it is not just her mouth that has the interest of the man holding on to her hair, as his free hand reaches down to pinch at one of her nipples and tug it erect. And his strong hand guides her head further down his shaft with each motion. His pleased hums let her know that her efforts, no matter how much they may falter because of how thoroughly she is being penetrated below, are appreciated.
And such murmurs of appreciation also come from the men whose erect cocks she reaches out and blindly grasps. More hands reach out to touch her, stroking her back and her shoulders from every direction, their touches somewhere between the reverent caresses suited for an emperor and the hungry groping of men starved for sexual gratification.
The dull throb of the cock in her mouth lets her know that she is getting close to making it erupt. Pre streams out in surprisingly thick streams from his slit with each throb, and its owner groans out loud in pleasure, guiding her head faster and faster as he seeks to gratify himself using her mouth and even her throat. ]
[The soldier at her mouth presses in deep. The head of his cock pressing into her throat making Edelgard gurgle against his length. He shudders as her throat grips his tip - closing around him as her gag reflex acts up. However she controls herself just enough not to barf or pull away. Instead his last couple thrusts are short, but deep; the weight of his balls smacking against her chin. When he finally finishes he pours his climax into her throat, but for the last two spurts he pulls away to make sure his taste lingers on her tongue and dribbles from her lips. Once he's empty the man steps away, giving her space, and hoping to return later.
Edelgard coughs a little before falling back against Ferdinand. Her hands still stroke the two dicks her small hands have gripped as the Emperor tries catching her breath. As he thrusts particularly deep inside her Edelgard moans openly which causes the members in either of her hands to throb.]
Yes, ah... keep it up.
[She can feel herself building up again. Her pleasure rising with each set of double-thrusts, and her pussy squeezes them both tightly—especially when the roaming hands on her body play with her stiff nipples. Teasing and tugging until they turn from a soft pink to a bright red.]
[It would seem that even the grand imperial city of Enbarr had its own seedy belly. Its own red light district. While not a condemned part town it certainly is blatantly ignored by more polite company.
What none may suspect is that the Emperor visits, but not as a patron. She usually turns in for an early evening, and when all is settled at the palace she slips out. Sneaks her way out and under the cover of night she slips out of her mask. The mask of Emperor that demands a pristine image. A certain level of decorum. The no-nonsense Emperor who never bothers with makeup or frivolities other than making sure she never has a hair out of place.
Different from the woman behind the thin wall. The woman with crimson lipstick against pale skin. Whose hair is pulled up an away out of sight from the hole cut to allow... visitors. In fact it's more like a walled off cubicle with a few holes. The last wall is a main one. It has a door she uses to get in and out of the booth with. Inaccessible by patrons.]
[ None of the regulars—mercenaries, vagabonds, and sometimes rank-and-file soldiers—at this establishment have any idea who the woman is that services them, and that's part of the appeal. Imaginations run wild. Perhaps she's the repressed wife of some impotent noble, or maybe some random commoner. None of them have even considered the possibility that the woman on the other side of the specially prepared walls is the Adrestian emperor, and that's exactly the point.
The men waiting for the festivities to begin hear a door latch, and they know well what that sound means. Awaiting Edelgard at each of the three accessible walls are a trio of exposed cocks, each of varying sizes from above average to considerably above average as well as varying states of arousal. The holes are large enough that the men's pelvises can be seen, and in some situations, even fit their balls through the hole as well.
The man directly in front of her is the most ready to go, his erect cock curved slightly upward. The others seem content to await her ministrations. These are hardly the only patrons of the establishment tonight, of course, but they are the first. ]
[Edelgard has been working these stalls for some time now. At first she started with an enclosure that just had one opening. As she progressed they gave her two, and for a while she became a preferred spot for a plenty of patrons. And so, with her high acclaim, she got promoted yet again. Three... she will have to get creative down the road, but for now it seems simple enough. After all she has a mouth and two hands. The night is young, the establishment just started its evening pricing. She'll begin slow.
Her hair is tied up tightly in a bun to avoid the hint of hair that would give her away. The stall is small so she can reach each eager cock with ease. Edelgard begins with a gentle kiss on the frenulum of the upturned length in front of her. Soft lips pressing firmly to warm flesh as smooth hands, kept gentle with lotion, begin to grip and stroke the other two encouraging them to catch up with the first.]
[ The low, masculine groan of the man on the other side of the wall she is facing indicate definite approval, and the sound of a body shuffling can be heard as he gets closer to the wall. One of the disadvantages of this set up, by necessity, is that the men cannot reach through the wall to grasp at their mysterious partner's head to guide her, but such is the price they pay. Well, that and the coin that they've parted with for the opportunity.
The thick cock comes alive at the touch of her lips, swelling with arousal. Her hands, smooth and warm, find flesh that is even warmer, each of them growing stiffer by the second. As they rise to their full size, they turn out to measure quite impressively, each of them three quarters ta least of a forearm from elbow to wrist in length. They are no less wanting for girth, and even erect, they drop slightly from their own weight.
Low groans and hums of approval, muffled though they may be, clearly encourage her. Behind those can be heard the sounds of even more customers waiting their turn. It seems she will have her work cut out for her tonight. ]
[While they may not be able to guide her with their hands, they could easily vocalize their wants. Telling her how to quickly and easily make them spill their seed all over her booth. However for now as they stay their tongues she continues.
Hot breath puffs against the engorged length before her. The throbbing member in front of Edelgard is licked openly. Her warm saliva smearing along the shaft as she strokes her tongue up and down that warm flesh. Meanwhile her hands stroke firmly the other two cocks. Not starting slow, but instead with a moderate pace to jump right into the night. It is young, but with the number of patrons lined up it will be long.]
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Date: 2020-08-26 03:31 am (UTC)He and his battalion not only return from their venture to remove the bandits, but they also uncovered a kingpin who ran a ring of bandits. And for Ferdinand and his men it's a big accomplishment. Worthy of recognition, praise, and reward. So the duke and his battalion are invited to a comfortable room with many bottles of wine and spreads of delectable finger foods to snack on.
The Emperor rests to the back center of the room. Her dress not one of war, but of celebration. The soft flowing robes cinched by a red sash and gold belt. The way the fabric rests against her skin is not too unlike the dancer garb worn by the contestants of the White Heron Cup.]
Welcome back to Adrestia. I hope you are ready to relax. You have all performed admirably.
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Date: 2020-08-26 03:50 am (UTC)Of course, this being a special occasion, he and his men have dressed not for a military ceremony, but for something much more intimate. The implications of Edelgard's invitation had been rather clear. He could not say he found those implications unpleasant in the least.
He had arrived in a sharp dress uniform that cut a similar figure as the uniform he'd worn during their days as student, but bore the unmistakable colors and insignia of the Adrestian Empire, red with black cuffs and trim and gold embroidery. His men are dressed in similar attire, though perhaps not quite as resplendent as his own due to the lack of rank insignia. Perhaps it's a bit formal, but there's no denying that such an outfit suits both the noble wearing it and the well-disciplined men who follow him. ]
You honor us with this invitation, Your Majesty.
[ Ferdinand is the first to offer his salute and bow, his calm smile not betraying the excitement making his heart speed in his chest. The men behind him offer similar greetings, though as with Ferdinand, there is a lack of stiffness in their movements. There are also no shortage of eyes quietly regarding her, appreciating the opportunity for a glimpse at curves long hidden by her wardress. ]
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Date: 2020-08-26 10:58 pm (UTC)You have earned it. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Tonight you are here to rest and indulge as a part of your reward.
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Date: 2020-08-27 03:51 pm (UTC)As for Ferdinand, he makes no effort to hide his preoccupation. He takes a seat at on a nearby cushion, his lips quirked upward into a slight smile that betrays his interest. ]
I have a feeling it is not the wine that will have these men intoxicated by the night's end, myself included.
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Date: 2020-08-27 09:58 pm (UTC)[With her body be able to handle it? Stamina wise, most likely. But as far as limits go? Tonight might be pushing it.
Her fingers curl around the curve of a small, stemless wine glass. It seems the Emperor has already started without her men to make sure she's ready when they are.]
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Date: 2020-08-27 10:22 pm (UTC)[ His gaze flits downward toward her legs, then back toward her pale-violet eyes. That outfit is flattering on her, unfairly so. But he'll not allow that twinge of nervousness he feels to make him any less bold.
His hands move to do the first clasp of his dress uniform, then move downward to undo each one in kind. As more of his chest and abdomen are laid bare for her perusal, if her eyes trend downward, she may notice the telltale signs of arousal forming a rather noticeable tent growing in the crotch of his pants. It didn't take her very long to capture his full attention. ]
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Date: 2020-08-27 10:38 pm (UTC)[Setting aside her wine Edelgard takes her now free hand to slowly trace up the line of his trousers. Inching ever closer to that bulge between his legs.]
Perhaps you should get a little more comfortable before you try having too much fun.
[She's not sure if she can say she's looking forward to all this, but she can say she's curious about it. About Ferdinand's request, and how he'll act seeing her among his men. How she'll be able, if she'll be able, to handle their appetites. Perhaps one could call it a gamble, or a challenge. And the Emperor is not one to cave under the weight of a challenge.]
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Date: 2020-08-27 11:08 pm (UTC)Of course, her boldness exceeds his own, as already, her hand begins to wander up his leg, causing him to shiver involuntarily. That will do absolutely nothing at all to quell the tent formed between his legs. ]
Ah... yes, of course. You are right.
[ He shrugs his shoulders out of his dress uniform, leaving it behind him on the cushions. With her so close, he hasn't the room to properly remove his shoes, so he must take the rather undignified approach of removing them without the use of his hands, peeling them off with his feet as his hands pull open the belt of his trousers. ]
It seems you have already made yourself quite comfortable... not to mention inviting.
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Date: 2020-08-27 11:23 pm (UTC)[As Ferdinand begins to unbuckle his belt her small hand cups his warm crotch. Experimentally the Emperor squeezes him to feel his hardness and test his interest. Meanwhile she leans in close, teasing at a kiss as her lips ghost against his. Her breath hot as it puffs against his skin while it smells like moscato.]
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Date: 2020-08-28 12:38 am (UTC)He leans in to close the distance, chasing her lips with his own. The scent of wine isn't nearly as intoxicating as her presence is.
Words fail him. There is no witty retort, no silver-tongued banter. Only the compliant press of his lips to hers, accompanied by a soft hum of need, as his hands tug open the buttons on his pants. ]
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Date: 2020-08-28 12:46 am (UTC)After all should he wish them back she need only pay a tailor to have him a new set. Perhaps one that will fit snug in the rear next time.
While his lips are soft and pliant she leads. Strict and demanding just as she is in her position upon the throne. Edelgard only breaks her onslaught to nip roughly at his jaw and throat.]
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Date: 2020-08-28 01:20 am (UTC)He wants to say something, but with his mind so consumed by lust, he completely forgets how he should address her. Edelgard? Your Highness? One sounds too formal, one sounds not formal enough. Neither seems appropriate for when she's sitting astride his lap. ]
Ahhh...
[ Since no words are necessary—or forthcoming, for that matter—that sound is all he manages, the soft gasp raking against her ear. His hips roll upward into her instinctively, grinding himself against her in a helpless display of neediness. ]
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Date: 2020-08-28 01:51 am (UTC)You said you wanted to be the first, yes? Then who is next? Is there a name you favor?
[She speaks in puffs between breaths. Her teeth inching up to nibble his lobe as she speaks quietly into his ear.]
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Date: 2020-08-28 02:22 pm (UTC)One of his arms wraps around her torso at the chest, not so much pulling her closer and simply bracing himself against her. With what capacity for concentration he has left, his eyes quickly glance about the room, surveying the soldiers who have, for the most part, turned their attention to their Emperor, currently rubbing herself against their trusted commander's cock.
Then, he spots one in particular, a broad, muscular man. If Ferdinand made her feel petite, then the mountain of a man would just about dwarf her. But he was a loyal, courageous soldier, and his help had been instrumental in bringing down the bandits they'd faced, as well as keeping the rest of his men safe. ]
Haaah... Viktor has served as the captain of my knights for some time now. I can think of no man more deserving of the honor...
[ It's pretty difficult to be loquacious when she's rubbing against him to the point of desperation. His other hand grasps first at her outer thigh, then at her bottom as she rocks against him. There's nothing at all noble about the way he clutches at her, as if hoping to urge her to shift her hips just enough to take him in. ]
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Date: 2020-08-29 01:33 am (UTC)Groping hungrily Ferdinand attempts to guide her. He yearns so eagerly to start. She does too, but watching him unravel before his men has its own appeal. Edelgard shifts, but not in a way that's favorable to his wishes. Instead she pins his hard cock between his abdomen and her still concealed slit. Barely so considering the white cloth turns translucent when damp with her arousal. Even if fabric divides them if he looks down Ferdinand will still catch a glimpse of her engorged lips flushed with excitement and lust.]
Very well, when do you intend to hand me over to him? After you have come, or only after you have come inside me?
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Date: 2020-08-30 03:05 pm (UTC)A low groan escapes him, and he bites down on his lip for a moment, trying to prevent any further needy sounds from escaping as well. It takes him a second, but he's able to gather enough of his wits to look up at her, a fiery, lustful look in his eyes. ]
I had intended to have him wait until after I have come inside of you... but now... haaah... I wonder if he and I should both simply take you in concert.
[ The soldiers seem to be taking less and less interest in the other offerings prepared for them and are instead gathering about, admiring the view. More than a few of them display obvious signs of arousal, some even beginning to undress themselves. The great honor being granted to them is not going unnoticed or unappreciated. ]
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Date: 2020-08-30 03:53 pm (UTC)[Edelgard pauses her movement to slip a hand between them briefly. She gathers the cloth of her robes and pushes it aside so she may grind against him bare. So that Ferdinand may feel the slick heat that threatens to envelop him, but for the moment only blesses him with being pinned by it.]
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Date: 2020-09-01 10:05 pm (UTC)Ferdinand, however, can do little more than gasp out in desperation, his brow trembling and his eyes squeezing shut as her arousal begins to coat his underside. The warmth of her sex against him, with no pesky cloth in the way, is only a step removed from her simply taking him in. He tries to remain coherent, grinding his hips back against her as strands of hair land across his cheeks and forehead, but he is looking less and less raveled with every second. ]
I-it is nothing like that at all... aaah...
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Date: 2020-09-03 10:09 pm (UTC)Is it not? Then would you not come quickly if I am to take you in earnest? Would you not spill yourself inside me before I come, in front of all your men? Come now, Ferdinand. Prove me wrong.
[Still reaching between them Edelgard takes his eager length in her hand. Shivering she drags his head along her own slit. Back and forth she lubricates him with her own arousal. Even pausing a few times to simply nudge her clit with his sensitive tip.
In the end she guides him to her entrance. Dripping wet with evidence of her excitement, and nothing but soft acceptance awaits him should he press in.]
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Date: 2020-09-04 02:59 am (UTC)Mercifully, after thoroughly spreading her juices over him and rubbing the tip of him with her hooded bud, she grants him entrance. As much as he would love to simply thrust his way inward in an attempt to turn the tables, that's simply not his style. There's no finesse to such an approach, and even if she has stripped away all pretensions of propriety, his neediness can manifest itself in other, more subtle ways.
He sucks in a sharp breath, pressing forward as his tip parts her slick folds and smoothly glides inward. The embrace of her sex is warm and pleasantly wet, just as his erection radiates with warmth and is utterly stiff with arousal. With a subtle, forward shift of his hips, he allows his tip to slide against her front inner walls as he gradually hilts himself inside of her. His gaze falls to where they are joined, unable and unwilling to look away. ]
Aaaaaah... Y-Your Majesty...
[ He intends to keep the pace slow, both to savor the moment and to ensure that he does not leave her disappointed in front of his men. He's confident enough in his stamina not to be shaken, but there's no denying that hearing her speak in that manner has robbed him of his eloquence. Instead, most of the sounds he makes are pleasured, needy groans as he fills her with his girth. ]
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Date: 2020-09-06 01:44 pm (UTC)However Edelgard views this less like a treat for her, and more like a job. She intends to make Ferdinand a sputtering mess in front of his men. Just like when they were kids she aims to take him out early before he has a chance to "win" against her. So Edelgard's hands grip him by the shoulders, her knees digging into the cushion below, and she moves. She bounces on his cock at a feverish pace right from the beginning.
It's a little overwhelming for her, but she's hoping more-so for him. Again, and again she spears herself on him. Slamming to his base and taking him whole with her petite pussy. A moan rises to her throat, but she stifles it. Instead the only sound she allows is her shallow panting and the loud slap of their bodies as she fills the room with the music of their flesh.]
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Date: 2020-09-09 02:05 am (UTC)Almost. He is determined to, at the very least, make her truly work for her victory, if not to turn things around on her entirely. That seems a daunting prospect when she crashes upon him with such vigor and force that his entire body quakes from the impact, of course. And there's something wonderfully obscene about the sound their union makes, flesh clapping against flesh and something wet getting churned within her petite walls.
He tenses the muscles in his loins in an effort to control his body's reactions, and as one hand falls to the cushions beside him, he grips at one of them tightly. His teeth press down on his lower lip, his eyes squeezing shut as he seeks out any method he can to prolong his pleasure. Pleasured, needy sounds leak through the corners of his mouth, but they seem rather trivial.
Behind her, the crowd she desires has begun to amass. Some of the men have even taken to lightly stroking themselves, as if readying themselves for their eventual chance. None would dare touch her right now, as much as they clearly desire it. Not until they see how this little competition of theirs ends. ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 02:55 pm (UTC)Gently her brows furrow as her mouth begins to hang open. Freely she pants to get air in her lungs. A sheen of sweat breaks out along her body and glistens under the soft ambient light. Harder her hands dig into his shoulders as she lifts her weight up before letting it fall causing her breasts to bounce and sway with the rhythm of her body.
A part of her wishes to verbally dig at him. To threaten to make him crumble in front of his mean like she were taking him down as an enemy barricade. However Edelgard dares not speak at all for surely if she does her own voice would betray her desire.
After all every time he fills her, every time she sheathes him to the hilt, she can feel her body tremble. That familiar ache. Her body wishes to savor his, but she does not allow it. Sometimes she thinks that she could be satisfied even just cockwarming him for hours, but now is not the time or place to think of granting him such special attention.
Especially since she's reminded when she sees some men in her peripheral already undressed and prepping themselves. Cocks of all sizes and color, length and girth, begin to surround as they watch the show of the Emperor and her Knight.]
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:06 pm (UTC)After all, something, besides the astonished murmurs of the ring of lustful men slowly enclosing around their Emperor, needs to accompany the sounds of flesh clapping against flesh and wet arousal being rapidly churned by a thick cock, gradually leaking out precum and only making those sounds even wetter.
The hot pressure building up within his loins, however, makes it clear to him that at this pace, he is being sped along to his climax. Unless she is as close as he is, he will undoubtedly fill her with his seed before he feels those walls clenching around him. But how wonderful it would be to come together, for her first climax before being sandwiched between everyone's bodies and taken from every angle, to be brought about by his earnest efforts.
So, heedless to his own approaching peak, he rolls his hips upward in contrast with hers, ensuring that each of her downward thrusts is met by an upward one of his as his pelvic mound grinds against hers. His eyes roll back, and his broad shoulders quiver and tremble as his hands mindlessly roam her back. ]
Ed... elgard...
[ Her name comes out quietly and reverently, and if not for the way his voice falters after the first symbol, it could almost sound like he was offering it in prayer. But she should make no mistake: this is the last sound he makes before his voice devolves into a series of orgasmic gasps and moans, as his cock throbs deep within her and begins to ejaculate with considerable force.
His wet, hot seed fills her rather quickly, and a not insignificant amount of it drips down from her, clinging to his shaft and leaving quite the mess between his thighs. But even as his body trembles and falters, his hips do not stop moving. Even if it will overstimulate him and reduce him to that unraveled heap of a man that she so desires to make of him, he will not stop until she is either brought to that same peak or his body simply fails him. ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 04:58 pm (UTC)Edelgard collapses heavily on top of him. Her sweat-slicked body leaning on his as she groans into the crook of his neck. She can feel the sticky mess between them. A mix of his semen and her own fluids smearing them both in the evidence of Edelgard's self-imposed challenge.]
Haaaah... ha, you came first.
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Date: 2020-09-13 05:38 pm (UTC)Haaah... yes... but you most definitely came as well...
[ He can take a considerable amount of solace in that fact. And next time, he will make certain that she comes again. He'll not leave her wanting. That would be unforgivable.
His eyes shift momentarily to the tall mountain of a man now standing behind Edelgard, his trusted aide, Viktor. The man gives Ferdinand a simple nod, which he does not return. Instead, he brings up a hand to the back of Edelgard's head, fingers weaving their way through that lovely hair of hers and kneading at her scalp.
Slowly, he pulls out of her, his partially flaccid yet still remarkably thick cock shiny and slick, leaving a sinfully erotic web of strands of their mixed fluids between them before they break. His seed had been so plentiful that some of it still leaks out of her, a fact that is not lost on the man observing her.
It's then that Ferdinand leans forward, his brushing against her ear. His other hand slides between their bodies, cupping over her breast and squeezing it with surprising roughness, the soft flesh yielding beneath hungry fingers. His unraveling had been only momentary, and though he is in no shape to take her a second time quite yet, he has recovered in other ways, a hunger awoken within him that he never knew he possessed. ]
Now, I intend to make certain that you lose count of how many times you come.
[ His voice comes out as a low, husky murmur, a scintillating promise. And perhaps he keeps her so distracted that she does not notice the broad, muscular man behind her until he takes one of her wrists in his hand, holding it behind her back as the tip of his remarkably thick cock presses against her messy entrance, halting for a moment before pushing its way in. Its sheer girth displaces much of the cum inside of her, causing it to drip out onto Ferdinand's waiting lap.
Viktor's thrusts are not particularly quick as he savors the feeling of his Emperor's petite pussy hugging his girth, but they certainly are deep and vigorous, muscular hips pressing against her bottom and making it shake with each push. ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 10:23 pm (UTC)She's so used to control. Edelgard, for most of her life, did not have a say in what she was to do with it. So in the bedroom she has always been one to orchestrate every move, every new venture, even every climax. However this is different. There are too many variables here, and personalities she's not familiar with in depth.
It's wildly alarming, and combine that with her still-sensitive pussy from her last orgasm? She's quick to pant and whimper like a dog in front of him. Far gone is the calculating woman who plays her men like chess pieces. Now before Ferdinand is a vulnerable girl losing her cool.
Viktor has to take his free hand and guide her hips up. Back to a kneeling instead of just getting plowed in Ferdinand's lap. After all Viktor is much too tall to manage that for the bulk of his time with her. Each thrust is obscenely wet sounding: churning up the cum his commander had left in her, mixing it with the fluids of her own climax and his own precum.
Like this Edelgard shakes and sways as she's dwarfed by Viktor's behemoth size. Each thrust causing her nerves to feel electrified. Over stimulated yet somehow lovely all at once. Openly she moans as Ferdinand squeezes her modest breast while the other sways in time with Viktor's rhythmic hitching of his hips. At times when the man hilts himself inside her the faintest outline of him can be seen at her abdomen. Gentle though the bump may be it speaks wonders to their difference in size and how far he must be stretching her to show it.]
Ah— you... you mean you will not count for me? To tally and try to hold it over my he— Ah!
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:43 pm (UTC)But there is one thing he needs to tell her, one small reassurance. Something that he hopes allows her to feel more secure in having lowered those walls around her, so that she may properly enjoy herself. ]
I will do no such thing. You should enjoy yourself, Your Majesty. I will personally ensure that what happens here does not leave this room... though should you wish for it again, that can certainly be arranged.
[ The mere thought of a repeat performance sends an electric shiver down his spine. To make her feel more and more at ease, her small but powerful body being fucked senseless from every direction as she indulges in wanton desire she's been denying herself... and to have a hand in ensuring her satisfaction... he would not be opposed to such a discreet arrangement.
As she is brought up onto her knees, he relaxes backward a bit, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face, with elegant, pale features tinted red by an attractive blush. Viktor's thrusts increase in pace, and Ferdinand's eyes flit downward to her abdomen, noticing the subtle bulge in her abdomen. Then, as his eyes wander back upward, they catch upon her jiggling breasts, and he finds the temptation too much to resist. He cranes his neck toward her so that he can seal his lips around one of her areolae, tugging it outward with a firm bit of suction.
Meanwhile, the hand that had been groping her moves lower, fingers trailing firmly along her stomach and pelvis before reaching her clit. Once there, his two fingers roll up and down on either side of it, the pad of his thumb stroking directly at it. Will she still see this as some effort on his part to outdo her, or will she instead recognize it for what it is: the ministrations of a man who wants nothing more than to please her? ]
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Date: 2020-09-14 03:22 am (UTC)And yet she thinks that as her obscene groan fills the immediate area. Thick, and deep with base desire the noise falls from her lips the moment Ferdinand's lips latch. Her whole body trembles and tenses causing Viktor to falter in his pace a little.
Yet Edelgard cannot bear to feel the multitude of hands caressing her without the distraction of Viktor pounding her tight cunt. So with her own strength she moves back to spear herself on him. To take his huge length as deep as she can fit it inside herself. Her ass presses flush against Viktor's hips and she leans her weight back to see if she can fit any more.
(Un)fortunately for her this snaps the large mountain of a man back to reality, and he returns to his increased speed. With his grip on her wrist she feels her body ache a little from the position, but honestly? She's secretly a little thrilled trying the new and lewd things.
Not as if she'll ever dare to admit it. But at least she's rewarded with her lack of protest and complaint with Ferdinand's attention. That direct stimulation makes her hips shake and buck on reflex as her body craves more of his tender care. However he is not in luck. For now she's either not thinking about any intention behind his actions or attributing it to his effort to outdo her.]
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Date: 2020-09-16 03:43 pm (UTC)Behind her, with a hearty gasp, Viktor begins to move again, meeting Edelgard's thrusts with each of his own. This causes the force of their impact to increase, the sounds of his hips meeting her bottom creating a steady rhythm. His strong hands release her arms so that he can put his hands on her hip instead, helping to make his thrusts even more powerful. The fluids that drip out of her are a sinful mix of her arousal, Ferdinand's spilled seed, and his own precum, and a few powerful throbs as he's hilted within her let her know that soon, he'll be adding a good bit more to that mix.
Next to her, one of the men who had been touching her positions himself up onto the cushions next to where Ferdinand is seated, grasping his own cock with one hand. Noticing this, Ferdinand's hand guides her in his direction by the back of the head, his fingers kneading at her scalp. He knows how she likes to have her hair touched, and that's a vulnerability he shamelessly exploits as he guides her to the man's waiting cock, its slight upward curve and considerable length providing for a suitable challenge for her.
As if to soften the blow of being guided as such by someone who is supposed to be her subordinate, his free hand cups beneath the breast he's not suckling upon, his thumb and finger closing together around her nipple, allowing him to tug upon them both at once. He wonders in just how many ways she can be stimulated at once, not because he wishes to overwhelm her, but because he wishes to satisfy her. ]
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Date: 2020-09-19 02:50 pm (UTC)Goodness, perhaps this was not such a fine idea. Her body feels as if she's on fire with all the eyes on her, hands touching her. Edelgard's long hair begins sticking to the sweat of her skin. She feels the men slick their hands with it as they touch her. Others find small enjoyment of taking the chance to smear their precum on her arms or back whenever they get the chance — which is not often considering the crowd and valiant Viktor's pace.
Even so the man off to the side still seems content with just the brush of the Emperor's lips. Even just getting her to taste the salt of his skin and lick the clear, acrid liquid off his tip makes him sigh gleefully.
Edelgard shudders. Every time Viktor's length drives into her all the way she can feel him pushing at her deepest parts. Filling her until her walls stretch no more. If he were to release himself this deep, he'd do so directly against her womb. She's glad she drank the potion to prevent anything from tonight taking root, but even so she finds herself wondering if these men just seek pleasure or if they want a chance at breeding their Emperor.]
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Date: 2020-09-19 03:14 pm (UTC)Noticing how hard a go she's having of staying upright, Ferdinand decides to take matters into his own hands, and quite literally at that. He very temporarily stops rubbing at her clit, granting her the briefest of reprieves as his hands take to her hips and pull her around and down so that she is seated on his lap, facing the men who now encroach upon her. His hot, aroused breaths fall against her ear, and she'll notice that along the curve of her bottom, he is quite noticably erect, his rod still slick with their fluids.
The man to her side is able to reposition himself in a much more favorable position, and this time, Ferdinand's hand guides her by the back of her head right to the man's waiting cock. Does it please her to know that she is able to erode his polite, refined countenance and turn him into a creature of lust, he wonders. Whatever the case, his other hand snakes around her waist to stroke at the jewel between her legs once more, his legs nudging upward beneath her to coax her legs apart.
With Viktor's withdrawal, another contender approaches between her legs, a more moderately built man who lacks his sheer girth but is easy enough on the eyes. Ferdinand knows he'll need to move his hand before the man can have entrance, but the soldier seems to be rather interested in fondling the breasts of his Emperor with both hands first. That leaves Ferdinand with the chance to stroke and stimulate her with his dextrous fingers for a while longer, hoping that he can at least trigger another climax... assuming Viktor hadn't already. ]
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Date: 2020-09-19 05:53 pm (UTC)Ah, but it's not to rest at all. Suddenly she's swarmed again. A cock in her face and a hands at her breasts and clit. Edelgard begins mouthing at the bright red tip before her, but has to stop again to cry out. Because Ferdinand brings her to orgasm once more.
Those fingers spread her lower lips causing Viktor's huge load to dribble gently from her entrance. It leaks from her and spills down onto Ferdinand's erection as her pussy twitches and her muscles turn rigid like metal coiled tight. Finally, when he does push her over that edge, she moans his name. Edelgard's vision turns white hot. Her body spams, and her insides convulse to the point some of Viktor's semen squirts out and hits the poor man fondling her breasts.
Above Ferdinand she goes limp, but the man straddling the couple has been interrupted twice. If she won't suck his cock right now he'll at least have a little fun smearing his pre against her cheek, glossing her lips with it, and gently tapping his length against the side of her face.
Edelgard seems to allow it. Instead of protesting she pants, mouth open, trying to recover.]
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Date: 2020-09-19 06:40 pm (UTC)Satisfied at her pleasured cries and the telltale twitching of her filled pussy, Ferdinand eases his hand up along her body, fingers trailing up her pelvis and stomach. Reading his intention, the man standing between her legs withdraws his hands from her breasts, but not before tweaking both of her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs first. One of his hands moves to grasp the root of his erection, its tip now slick with other men's seed. He hardly seems to notice or mind, and why should he? He was about to plunge wholeheartedly into her regardless.
Ferdinand's spare hand now cups her breast, groping her with a surprising firmness and strength. But there's something undeniably servile in the way he touches her, as if he is touching a lover he wishes to spoil rather than a rival he wishes to outperform.
He reclines slightly, allowing her to lean back as well. This allows the man in front of her to use his free hand to spread one of her legs open, and it also rolls her hips upward, allowing him entrance. His ruddy tip presses against her clit for a moment, smearing it with some of the semen now spread across his cock head, before shifting it downward and sinking it into her already thoroughly used pussy.
Beneath her, Ferdinand's cock is pressed flat by her bottom, peeking out from between her legs beneath her. For now, he seems content with simply allowing her to be moved against it and using the friction to relieve his urges. But how long will that last? Already, he debates whether he could fit within her as well, either via the same orifice or one that he has yet to experience.
He whispers low, ensuring that only she can hear it. Her mouth is a bit busy, so she'll need to figure out some other way to respond. ]
Do you wish to feel me inside of you as well again? I still have much more to give you.
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Date: 2020-09-19 08:43 pm (UTC)It's so much. Too much right after another. She's still recovering even as the man before her inches his head beyond her lips and onto her tongue. But it's fine. She doesn't protest. Maybe the less she feels the better. That way she won't unravel as much, as easily, again.
And so Edelgard focuses on what is in her mouth. The heat, taste, and even the weight of it. Her tongue swirls against the head before insistently rubbing at the sensitive frenulum beneath it. In fact she's so engaged in sucking this man's cock that she flinches when Ferdinand begins to talk. Her work halts, and she pauses to consider what to do.
His only answer is her own hand resting above his as he holds the swell of her breast in his hand. He may take that as he will.]
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Date: 2020-09-23 02:40 pm (UTC)As Ferdinand's hand on the back of her head falls down and moves beneath her leg to grasp at his own erection, the man occupying her mouth replaces that hand with his own, fingers threading through her hair along her scalp. His pleasured gasps and the dull throbs of his erection let her know that, once she gets going again, her ministrations are having their intended effect, and she coaxes salty pre from his tip with each stroke of her tongue and bob of her head.
As her mouth is kept busy, Ferdinand looks to the man currently buried deep within her, and recognizing his intent, the man slides out of her, his cock covered to the hilt with a sinful mix of fluids. Grasping at his own erection and using his arm to lift her leg just enough, Ferdinand shifts beneath her until his own tip presses upward and angled backward at her entrance once more, then gives the man another nod. The two of them them press inside, ignoring the taboo of making contact as they both work their way in, stretching those already thoroughly used walls of hers around their first few inches. Thankfully, they are both sufficiently slick, but he does not imagine it's a particularly easy fit, so Ferdinand is careful, both hands reaching around between her legs to press at the skin on either side of her and spread her open.
The man's hand on the back of her head forms a tight grip on her hair, keeping her in place as his hips begin to take over the bulk of the movement. Her pussy speared from both beneath and in front of her by two men gradually working their way in deeper, her mouth thrust into vigorously by a throbbing cock ready to spill its owners seed at any second, and now surrounded by ravenous men rubbing their tips against her arms, cheek, and breasts, marking her in their pre... she is truly the center of attention. ]
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Date: 2020-10-17 02:40 pm (UTC)Yet it's worlds away from anything she hates. The last time she was surrounded and so thoroughly smothered by people was in the dungeons during her youth. Crowded by people in masks with long beaks, stuck with needles whose syringes injected her with unwelcome blood. it was cold, dark, and harsh.
But here? Here she is cradled and cooed at. Here the shapes of the room are soft, the light of the candles is dim and comforting. Heat spills into her, covers her, and rocks her. There is an underlying current of safety because she knows she could stop any of these men at any moment.
And so she melts. Edelgard melts into this. Her free hands grasping blindly at whatever may be close so she can attend to the needs of those in the periphery. She groans against the cock wildly thrusting into her mouth and against her tongue as she feels her walls pried open by two slick and eager dicks. There is a little hurt to it, but that too melts away to reveal sinful pleasure.
Something inside her, something she does not wish to think much to hard about, wants more. Wants to be cradled and coddled and pleasured. It wants to drown in this warmth so thoroughly that any bit of cold harshness is washed away and forgotten.
Which is why when Ferdinand spreads her open she does her best to hold herself where he wants her. Does her best to pump the shafts in her hands to spill more of that heat onto her. Let her know nothing other than this time here with people who want nothing more than to share warmth.]
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Date: 2020-12-28 06:19 am (UTC)Ferdinand and his neighbor do not move entirely in sync, and perhaps it is for the best that way. As one thick cock works in deeper, spreading her walls further, the other slides out a bit, only occasionaly both sliding in at the same time as each man's rhythm changes. That heat built up within her can be felt by both of them as well, the friction almost but not quite painful. ]
Haaah... amazing...
[ He murmurs those words with such astonishment, allowing his hips to rock with a bit more force as she seems to grow accustomed to their current pace. His hands grasp at her hips, not so much guiding her motions as simply keeping her well braced.
Meanwhile, her mouth is put to good work. But it is not just her mouth that has the interest of the man holding on to her hair, as his free hand reaches down to pinch at one of her nipples and tug it erect. And his strong hand guides her head further down his shaft with each motion. His pleased hums let her know that her efforts, no matter how much they may falter because of how thoroughly she is being penetrated below, are appreciated.
And such murmurs of appreciation also come from the men whose erect cocks she reaches out and blindly grasps. More hands reach out to touch her, stroking her back and her shoulders from every direction, their touches somewhere between the reverent caresses suited for an emperor and the hungry groping of men starved for sexual gratification.
The dull throb of the cock in her mouth lets her know that she is getting close to making it erupt. Pre streams out in surprisingly thick streams from his slit with each throb, and its owner groans out loud in pleasure, guiding her head faster and faster as he seeks to gratify himself using her mouth and even her throat. ]
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Date: 2021-01-16 08:11 pm (UTC)Edelgard coughs a little before falling back against Ferdinand. Her hands still stroke the two dicks her small hands have gripped as the Emperor tries catching her breath. As he thrusts particularly deep inside her Edelgard moans openly which causes the members in either of her hands to throb.]
Yes, ah... keep it up.
[She can feel herself building up again. Her pleasure rising with each set of double-thrusts, and her pussy squeezes them both tightly—especially when the roaming hands on her body play with her stiff nipples. Teasing and tugging until they turn from a soft pink to a bright red.]
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Date: 2020-11-19 12:56 am (UTC)What none may suspect is that the Emperor visits, but not as a patron. She usually turns in for an early evening, and when all is settled at the palace she slips out. Sneaks her way out and under the cover of night she slips out of her mask. The mask of Emperor that demands a pristine image. A certain level of decorum. The no-nonsense Emperor who never bothers with makeup or frivolities other than making sure she never has a hair out of place.
Different from the woman behind the thin wall. The woman with crimson lipstick against pale skin. Whose hair is pulled up an away out of sight from the hole cut to allow... visitors. In fact it's more like a walled off cubicle with a few holes. The last wall is a main one. It has a door she uses to get in and out of the booth with. Inaccessible by patrons.]
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Date: 2020-11-19 02:14 pm (UTC)The men waiting for the festivities to begin hear a door latch, and they know well what that sound means. Awaiting Edelgard at each of the three accessible walls are a trio of exposed cocks, each of varying sizes from above average to considerably above average as well as varying states of arousal. The holes are large enough that the men's pelvises can be seen, and in some situations, even fit their balls through the hole as well.
The man directly in front of her is the most ready to go, his erect cock curved slightly upward. The others seem content to await her ministrations. These are hardly the only patrons of the establishment tonight, of course, but they are the first. ]
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Date: 2020-12-25 12:06 am (UTC)Her hair is tied up tightly in a bun to avoid the hint of hair that would give her away. The stall is small so she can reach each eager cock with ease. Edelgard begins with a gentle kiss on the frenulum of the upturned length in front of her. Soft lips pressing firmly to warm flesh as smooth hands, kept gentle with lotion, begin to grip and stroke the other two encouraging them to catch up with the first.]
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Date: 2020-12-28 06:25 am (UTC)The thick cock comes alive at the touch of her lips, swelling with arousal. Her hands, smooth and warm, find flesh that is even warmer, each of them growing stiffer by the second. As they rise to their full size, they turn out to measure quite impressively, each of them three quarters ta least of a forearm from elbow to wrist in length. They are no less wanting for girth, and even erect, they drop slightly from their own weight.
Low groans and hums of approval, muffled though they may be, clearly encourage her. Behind those can be heard the sounds of even more customers waiting their turn. It seems she will have her work cut out for her tonight. ]
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Date: 2021-01-16 07:29 pm (UTC)Hot breath puffs against the engorged length before her. The throbbing member in front of Edelgard is licked openly. Her warm saliva smearing along the shaft as she strokes her tongue up and down that warm flesh. Meanwhile her hands stroke firmly the other two cocks. Not starting slow, but instead with a moderate pace to jump right into the night. It is young, but with the number of patrons lined up it will be long.]